Advent against Time
Written By: Matdeception
Disclaimer: ... Go away.
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Chapter 2: An Uchiha surprise; Dark remembrance.
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Naruto munched on the end of his pencil, staring critically at his work to date. The texture, the shading, everything had to be perfect if they were to encompass the underlying meaning behind the sketch. The hair was in place, the soft contours of her cheeks that complimented the whole rather then detract from it, yet most importantly where the eyes. Those crimson orbs so like the Sharingan of his nightmares, but so very different.
'Carefully ya old bastard, carefully now.' he drew the lips, pace slow, agonizingly slow as the tip brushed the page from start, to curve, to finish. 'There!'
Classical beauty, soul piercing gaze, and an intensity that belied nothing but dangerous promise. Perfect.
He put the sketch book down and simple stared at the face he had drawn so many, many times since he had Body Jumped. The same face that haunted his dreams whenever he had a particularly bad day, or a particularly good day. Hell that haunted him every day he could remember since coming here.
That face brought up so many emotions in him he couldn't make sense of it all and it frightened him on a level he couldn't ever remember experiencing in any other life time. She was an attraction, he couldn't deny it, one that had hit his psyche deeply, and with out compromise.
'But who the hell is she?' The question had eluded him. He hadn't realized it, all those years ago when he first viewed a sketch of the woman, but he knew her. Not from the present, but from his terrible past life's. Yet whoever she was, she had never played a role in his life, at least not enough to be remembered.
Or maybe she had? He could honestly admit that the years all melded into something unrecognizable as time went on, hell, he probably forgot more about life and people then anyone in the entire world would ever know in their life times.
"She's pretty."
Naruto blinked, before sighing. "Yeah, she is." he traced the sketch with his fingers, paying particular care to the lips before shutting the sketch book closed. "Never mind that, what's on the agenda today?"
"Kunai Trajectory Calculations." the lazy scion yawned tiredly, putting his head down as other students slowly meandered in. "Pfeh, what a drag. Don't wake me up."
The blonde smirked. 'Ah Shika Shika, even at your age you act like an old man.' Not that he could blame him in the slightest. Knowing the Physics behind how a Kunai flies didn't interest him in the slightest. It was enough for him to know that a Kunai needed to travel from Point A to Point B where it killed whoever you threw it out, adding on flowery calculations that proved you threw it right had no place in a battle field.
Besides he hated math.
"Naruto."
The blond blinked, looking up at who called his name. "Eh? Sup Uke?" he cheerily grinned
Sasuke glared, piercing black eyes promising untold death and destruction. "Don't call me that!"
"Make me, bastard!"
"Ass." Sasuke sighed, reigning in his anger. It was always how their talks started, ever since that day so long ago when he walked into his life...
He stopped himself as he felt a flash back coming on and quickly shot, nuked, and viral bombed that off, "Meh, Ita got home yesterday, she wants to see you."
'Ah, Ita.' Naruto chuckled inwardly. Honestly, in all his life times he had dealt with few constants, but one had always been the Uchiha getting its ass handed to them by a mentally unstable thirteen year old boy. Itachi Uchiha, clan Heir, Scion, and ultimately its Destroyer. Twenty Seven jumps and that constant had always remained, but not this time. No, something radically different had changed EVERYTHING.
Itachi had been born a girl. Her name was Ita Uchiha. Still a Shinobi, still the strongest of her generation, but otherwise she was just a girl. Fortunately, as far as Naruto cared, the Uchiha clan was and shall always be a Patriarchtic Clan. The Male dominated the female, that was all there was to it. He almost felt sorry for Sasuke, being the Uchiha clan Heir must be a shitty job.
He shrugged, "I'll see her after school, same place."
Sasuke grunted as he walked away.
"Y'know, Teme, you could come too. I don't mind having the extra company when Ita kicks the shit out of me." the blonde added with a grin.
The Uchiha scion snorted, but said nothing in response as he walked away.
"Sasuke! Wanna go out on a date?" a particularly rabid fan girl nearly yelled out as the boy walked by, but all she received for her trouble was a quick, scathing retort.
"Get a life you freak."
Naruto chuckled. Ah, another constant. Fan girls. In all shapes and colors. He wondered about that, if it was a curse Sasuke had universally received, or just Karma being a bitch. No man, not even Sasuke, deserved the torment of Fan girl.
"God, I wish they'd get a clue."
The blond blinked, looking a row ahead of him. Yamanaka Ino and Haruno Sakura were practically looking at the girl who had thrown herself at Sasuke in a mixture of pity and disgust. The two girls had been the best of friends for as long as Naruto could remember in this life time, which he supposed was a nice change of pace from the Rabid fangirl-ism they usually had for the Uchiha angst machine.
"I know." Sakura rolled her eyes, "Fine, he's cute, I can admit that. But he's such an ass all the time, what kind of girl wants a guy like that?"
"Don't get me started girl." Ino grimaced, "I don't understand it either, he's SO not my type. Why, you'd sooner see me date Kiba's dog before I lower myself to asking that duck-ass out."
'Irony... just... too... much!'
Naruto teetered out of his chair and fell to the ground laughing so hard tears were coming out of his eyes.
Everyone stared.
He just kept laughing.
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Traing Ground #3 was a nostalgic trip Naruto couldn't quite shake off. From the lake to the trees to the Centopah to the three Logs he remembered being tied too oh so long ago. It was here everything had begun, where he shook off the yoke of childish idiocy and learned what it meant to work as a team, where he and Sakura had been reunited in a second Bell Test against their semi-teacher Kakashi, and ultimately where he had proposed to the pinkette during his first life time.
Oh how he hated the place.
He didn't know how, but if he had to make a bet he'd swear Ita knew the place bothered him and had insisted they meet here whenever she had gotten a day off from her duties. The sadistic bitch probably saw him twitch each time they neared the upright logs - the place he had taken and lost his virginity with Sakura, just a day before everything turned to shit and Konoha was wiped off the face of the map.
Women were troublesome. They could be softer then silk, sharper then steel, and more cunning then a fox. They could be happy one minute, murderous the next. There was neither rhyme nor reason to them, and he had long ago stopped trying to figure them out. Especially after his first real wife, that foul-mouthed grand-daughter of Orochi-teme, turned out to be bat shit insane on a scope he was sure psychologists would salivate to explore.
'Tayuya...' he sighed, shaking his head to dispel those thoughts. Memories were nice, but that's all they were, memories.
He spared the grounds a quick look, anything more would no doubt drudge up memories he did not want to deal with, before dropping his bag to the ground. 'Late as usual, eh Ita-chan?' he sighed before falling into a stance.
He waited for a time, and then he began to... dance.
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Ita was a Shinobi, it was her life's blood, it was what she was when she woke up in the morning and lay to sleep at night. She knew no truer passion then that of combat, where your blood burns and sings in chorus with the clashing of steel and the screams of pain. She did not fight for duty so much as she fought to breath, to sing, to dance that deadly dance between life and death, where one slip, one miscalculation cost you your life.
She lived to lose herself in battle, to become one with the flow of combat where trivial things like sex and origin and family had no place. Lived for that one brief moment where you lost yourself to the flow of combat, where nothing mattered but the now. It was better then sex, more intoxicating the Alcohol.
It was life.
She watched him Dance, his pattern indistinct and chaotic, but she knew it was anything but. A 'Kata' he called it, a means to train the body, to imprint upon the muscles over and over again until they remembered each and every little step on their own. Yet the Kata was so much more, she discovered long after she had taken to the practice, it was tranquility of mind. As you practiced, the more your body remembered the steps to take, so much so that eventually you could enter a meditative trance while Dancing that deadly dance, and your body would continue on its own.
It was a way to breathe in that moment of purity so often craved with out being in a life of death situation. She loved it.
'Ah, he's slowing down.' she smiled inwardly, stepping up closer to the blonde as he finished his aerial ballet with an overhead round kick. Landing, he fell into a Horse stance, taking deep, relaxing breaths as he slowly calmed down from his exertion. She waited patiently, unclasping and setting her ANBU issued Katana against one of the log poles.
Crystal blue eyes fluttered open, focusing intensely first on the sword, then her.
Ita waved, a slight smile on her lips.
"Bah!" the boy snapped, throwing his hands up in frustration, "How long have you been watching me damn it?"
"Long enough to know you missed a step on the second aerial kick thrust." the dark haired Uchiha said innocently, idly pulling back her hair into a pony tail as she spoke. "You're such a slacker."
"Eat me." Naruto growled, "At least I show up on time, you're almost as bad as that bastard Kakashi."
Ita shrugged, hiding a grin as his eyes suddenly glued themselves to her bosom and followed the motion. Ever since puberty hit she had taken great delight in taunting him like this, the little horn dog certainly never hid his interest. "My eyes are up here, Naruto-kun."
"Yeah, but the only thing worth seeing are down here." he grinned lecherously.
She sighed, shaking her head. "You're just digging your grave deeper, you realize."
"Hey, a night glued to those tits would be worth dying for."
Ita simply smiled as she cracked her knuckles, "Let's see if you've learned anything from our last sparring session, twerp." she lunged.
Naruto grimaced, instantly on the defensive as the older girl started their ritual shit kicking contest with a light series of low sweeps and piercing punches. He swatted a punch to the side and dug his heel into the ground before lunging forward with both fists extended into an open thrust.
Ita twisted left, avoiding the strikes entirely, following up with a nerve strike to his exposed right arm pit. He hissed as pain ripped through his shoulder, but he wasn't nearly stupid enough to stand there like a moron and take more hits. He swung wide, and back handed the taller girl across the face before lunging forward in a tackle.
'What the hell is he doing?' Ita snarled mentally even as she fell backward from the tackle, rolling across the ground as the two battled for supremacy.
"Squeezy squeezy!" Ita froze solid.
'He.. he's squeezing my...' she looked down, his small hands couldn't fully grasp her breasts, but that certainly didn't stop him from trying.
Naruto quickly jumped off and away, grinning like a loon. "My Ita-chan, such wonderfully firm breasts you have. You'll make a fine house wife one day."
Ita rose, coal black eyes turning brilliant red as her face colored scarlet. From rage, embarrassment, or pleasure Naruto couldn't tell, but he was willing to put money on 'Pissed off beyond all recognition.'
'Ah Ita-chan, you're so much fun to tease.' he chirruped mentally.
"Naruto-kun?" she began sweetly as she rose to her feet.
"Yes Ita-chan?" he chuckling nervously. Okay, maybe he went to far groping the older girl. She NEVER talked sweet like that unless she was a step away from melt down.
"Prepare to die!" she snarled as she quickly formed seals.
'Oh fuck me.' Naruto took off in a run as a ball of burning flames rushed towards him.
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'Why did I let these idiots talk me into this?' Kurenai sighed. She didn't have time to run off and help her teammates train for their own Jounin exam; she had to focus on her own strengths and weaknesses if she wanted a chance in hell of actually passing it. Unlike the Chuuin exams, Jounin exams were not held in the open for all to see. It didn't just use your skill with jutsu, or your ability to think on your feet or effectively fight unknown enemy-nin until you either won or lost. No, they were far more difficult. Jounin exams were, as her loveable sensei had put it, "A mind fuck of the highest order." he would add no more to that, Jounin exams were after all classified.
'Still, they are teammates.' she glanced at the two young men, Hagana Kotesu and his childhood friend, Izumo. She had been teamed with them since their Genin days, had been promoted to Chuuin together, and she knew they were hoping all of them would pass the Jounin exams so they could continue working together. It was a nice thought, she supposed, even if impossible with her current plans.
Still, they had to pass the exams before any future plans mattered, which was why they were training. Or trying to...
Kotetsu groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose tiredly, "This one's taken too!"
"I swear." Izumo sighed, shaking his head irritably. "We've been looking for an open training ground for two hours Kotetsu, maybe we should just call it quits and hit the bar?"
"No!" the man snarled, "Do you know how hard it was to convince Kurenai-chan to actually come train with us? Huh? Do you!"
"I was there." the brown haired Izumo deadpanned.
"My rose garden has a lot of weeds." Kurenai pouted far too cutely for either mans peace of mind, "Preparing for the Jounin exam... so much work, I just couldn't find the time!" She didn't sound the least bit sorry about duping her teammates into becoming her Gardeners either.
"And since WE promised to weed that field she calls a rose garden, we're going to train even if we have to steal a training ground from some one!" Kotetsu snarled.
"Fine." Izumo shrugged, "So what grounds haven't we checked?"
"Forty fo..." Kotetsu trailed off as Kurenai shot him the most withering glare he had ever seen in his miserable life. He coughed into his hand, "Uh... guess we have Five, seven, and the Legendary three."
"Isn't Five where Maito Gai trains his Genin?" Izumo paled slightly.
"Right, Five is off the list." Kotetsu deadpanned. He wanted to train, not go insane.
"Seven." Kurenai murmured, staring up at the sky, "I think that was reserved for the month by Torture and Investigations division." her voice dropping an octave, "Violators will be used as target practice."
Izumo shivered, shooting the red-eyed beauty a glare "You sound too much like Ibiki when you do that."
Kurenai grinned cheerfully.
"Right..." Kotetsu sweated, "Legendary Three it is."
"Why do you call it 'Legendary' three anyway, Tsu?"
"Well, it's the training ground where the Hokage was trained, where the Sannin were trained since they were Genin, and where the Fourth Hokage was trained." Kotetsu shrugged, "That field has a history of training legends in this village."
'Or Traitors.' Kurenai frowned, but said nothing.
"Well..." Izumo shrugged, "Legendary three it is."
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'When given the chance to grope Ita-chan, I will refrain. Groping leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to...'
"Katon: Karyuu Endan!"
'... running for your life!' Naruto finished his mental tirade as he lunged from his hiding spot just in time to avoid the column of raging fires turning his cute little self into ash. He broke fast through the forest, leaping through the trees as fast as his diminutive legs could possibly carry him. Movement to the right caught his attention, and he cursed as he saw Ita with Sharigan blazing keeping pace. Her face no longer set in a scowl, but now looked to be chiseled from stone. No emotion, nothing to give away what she was truly thinking or how she intended to butcher him.
'Think I'm in love.' Naruto grinned as he flipped forward and slammed into a tree, using it as a spring board to shoot back towards the oncoming Uchiha maiden. Ita didn't take the bait, reaching out and grabbing a low hanging tree branch she channeled chakra through her hand, using it to swing her straight up and completely avoided the engagement.
Naruto cursed, rebounding off a tree in the nick of time to avoid a barrage of deadly sharp Kunai as it buried itself into the tree he had been standing on not even half a second ago. 'Idiot, idiot, idiot! This type of terrain is exactly what Ita-chan is use to, and she's a freaking Shinobi with an IQ higher then seven, so of course she's not going to go head to head if she could avoid it!'
He jumped high suddenly as another barrage of Kunai whistled by, hissing slightly as one managed to score a clean scratch across his left ankle. Not enough to hamper him, but enough to remind Naruto that she wasn't actually trying to kill him. Cripple him so he couldn't run while she laid down her righteous feminine fury, yes, but not kill him.
No, she WAS trying to kill him. She just wanted him helpless before she humiliated and decapitated him.
A woman after his own heart.
Naruto frowned as he raced on, the area starting to look familiar. He risked a glance to this left and saw the lake. 'Shit, we've already gone full circle around the forest?' That was bad, and he knew it. Ita was a highly skilled ANBU, and very good at leaving surprises behind to dissuade pursuit or trap a particular path even as she chased some one while launching flaming dragon heads and who knew what else at her enemy.
Conclusion? He had to take this fight out of the forest and back into the open. Problem? He'd be open to any kind of attack Ita decided to launch at him, but at least he'd be able to get her out into the open and come up with a plan to drop the Uchiha on her ass.
Of course getting her out into the open was going to be a problem... Or was it? Naruto frowned as he altered his course towards the lake. He landed softly before falling into a roll as a kunai buried itself deeply in the ground behind him. Coming to his feet he bolted forward across the clearing between the lake and forest as fast as he could. When no follow up attacks came, Naruto risked glancing back over his shoulder in search of his pursuer; He found none.
'Good, she's probably moving into a better position to snipe me from the forest.' the blond grinned, forming the ram seal as he neared his target. 'This just might work after all.'
Sliding up to the poles, he quickly snagged Ita's ANBU Katana before twirling around the pole and taking cover. He quickly slowed his breathing as he watched the Forests edge while mentally crossing his fingers and hoping Ita would take the bait and flee her position for a more direct approach.
ANBU were given one sword, and one sword only. The particular Konoha ANBU grade sword was crafted out of Chakra conducting material in a method as esoteric as the Shinobi world itself. They were even given names, which by tradition were to be decided upon and etched into the blade by the Shinobi who owned the blade as soon as they had made their first kill with their weapon. To ANBU, the blade was more then a weapon, it was their soul, an extension of themselves made real. To lose the Blade was to dishonor yourself, your ANBU brethren, and your village.
Naruto grinned as Ita emerged from the tree line. 'She saw me take it, if she wasn't pissed before she sure as hell is now.' he grunted, eyeing the sword held tightly in his grip before he left the cover of the Wooden Logs.
"Hey Ita! Look what I found!" the blonde chirruped, resting the blade against his shoulder. "To think, it was just sitting there as pretty as you please!"
"Naruto." She growled, a low guttural thing that had no right coming from her lips, "Put it down, now."
"Uh..." He shrugged, "Want it? Come get it then..." he finished in a sneer, "... bitch."
Ita frowned but did not move, trained eyes narrowing in contemplation.
'You know it's a trap Ita, but you've already fallen into it, you just don't know how.' Naruto grinned gripping the hilt of the blade, with a quick flick removing the strap that kept it locked in place.
"Don't." Ita hissed even as he pulled the blade free of its scabbard. He gave the blade a few experimental swings.
"This is a piece of crap." he deadpanned as he brought it down on his knee with all his might, the force snapping the blade in two.
Naruto gulped, shakily looking up from the destroyed remnants of the blade to the now quivering kunoichi, "Uh.. eer... sorry?"
Ita accepted his apology, "KATON! HOUSENKA NO JUTSU!"
Naruto watched the balls of flames shoot out in a wide arc, all curving towards him. He moved to the left, but tripped over his own two feet where he fell flat on his face. He had only a moment to look up, eyes wide in horror before he was consumed by multiple balls of fire, creating a conflagration of hot death.
Ita felt her blood go cold as her anger at the destruction of her sword fled her at once. "Na... NARUTO?" she screamed even as his body disintegrated from the assault of her Jutsu. 'No! No! No!' she yelled mentally even as she began hyperventilating. 'I killed him, nonononononotnarutononononono'
"Too big for a Barbeque, eh, Ita-chan?" she startled as she felt something sharp press up against the base of her back, "Heh, looks like I win this round."
Ita's glare made glaciers look warm, "You son of a bitch... how?"
"Kage Bunshin." the blond grinned, pointing at a hole behind her, "Dug my way as fast as I could while he kept you entertained, cool huh?"
Naruto cheerfully smiled as he turned away from Ita to enjoy the blazing Inferno that had killed his poor little Bunshin.
Ita scowled, "Naruto?"
"Yea, Ita-chan?"
"Die."
Naruto managed to blink before the older woman had grabbed him by the hair, tripped him down, and then proceeded to slam his face into the ground.
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"Some one worked this kid over good." a male voice, one that aggravated his ringing ears and sent shock waves of agony ripping through his skull.
'Fuck...'
"Wonder what happened to him?" Another male, voice not as aggravating as the first, but still annoying.
'Fucking Ita... bitch... worked me over an good.' he winced, a slender and cool hand softly pressing down on his forehead. The touch, for whatever reason, made the ungodly amount of pain coursing through his body slightly more bearable.
"He's hurt pretty bad, we should get him to the Hospital." soft, velvety tones, with a hint of concern and something... something deeper he couldn't quite grasp.
He blearily opened his eyes and hissed. Though the sun was already setting, the waning light still managed to make him feel as if solar knives were digging into his skull. 'God damn, if groping her causes this, I'd hate to be the jack ass that eventually marries that twat.'
"Don't." that female voice, harder now, ordered as she pressed a hand on his shoulder. "Don't move, you've been hurt pretty bad."
'Oh fuck, out of all the people that had to find me it had to be a good fucking samaritan.' Naruto scowled inwardly as his eyes adjusted. Well, he wasn't going to stay here and wait for hypocritical doctors anyway, he just needed to rest and maybe eat something then he'll be right as rain.
"Don't touch me." he snapped, slapping the hand away as he kicked up. Wobbling a bit until he found his balance, he pointedly glared at the woman who had touched him, and froze. Wavy black hair, expressive yet piercing red eyes staring back into crystalline blue. Her cheeks were a little slimmer then Hers, but the lips... it was as if his sketch had come to life.
It was her, that woman who had tormented his dreams. It was her who...
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He spared the chirping bird a critical glance, admiring it's curves, contours, and the way it opened it's beak to peck along the ground in search of food. Slowly, carefully, he scrawled in his sketch book, taking as much in as he could before the inevitable happened and the bird took flight, leaving him with only a mental snap shot that would rapidly deteriorate.
The sound of children laughing and playing in a near by sandbox did not distract him. A pair of lovers walking by, lost in the clouds as they simply enjoy each others presence did not intrude upon his focus, nor did the busy sounds coming from the streets as people went on in their day by day affairs. In this moment, one made real by a pencil, a piece of paper, and a focus, nothing could intrude upon his frenzied, hurried sketching.
'Complete the eyes shade the neck; focus on the over all picture...' Naruto focused, biting his lip nervously as he quickened his pace. Line to line, intersection to intersection, forming a whole. A happy smile spread across his lips even as the bird startled and took flight when children ran by.
He eyed his work, admiring the simple beauty of the bird etched forever on something as simple as a sheaf of paper. 'Perfect'!
Naruto gave the park another glance, looking for that special something to draw inspiration from. A shadow appeared over head, threatening to blot out the sun. He pouted, looking up and spying not dark rain clouds as he had expected, but a woman with startling wavy raven colored hair, piercing red eyes that latched on to his own and simply stared in expectation.
He smiled, "Neechan? Want me ta draw a picture of ya?"
She stood there for a time, solid as stone. Naruto began to feel uneasy, a feeling that erupted into apprehension when those eyes narrowed dangerously, her lips twisting into a vicious snarl. "Uh.."
He wasn't sure how it happened, just that it did. The world seemed to freeze, all at once bleeding of color until all was black and white. The landscape soon disappeared itself; leaving an empty black void where only he and the woman existed. He whimpered, "Neechan? What's happening... I... I'm.. scared." he finished in a hiccup, crocodile tears escaping his eyes as fear took grip of his chest.
"Mrrghh..."
The blond yelped at the sound, whirling around and backing up a step as he held his sketch book tightly. The plane of darkness began to boil like water left on a stove for far to long, congealing and meshing in violet eddies of a rank smelling steam that only grew worse and worse as the seconds ticked by. Slowly, painfully slowly, figures began to emerge from the boiling darkness, disturbing figures of men, women, and children rising from the deep. They looked deathly pale, with bits and chunks of rotting skin meat and bone protruding at horrifying angles. They wailed in chorus, a melancholy that gripped at his heart and squeezed so tightly he couldn't breathe.
"Nee... neechan! Scared!" he cried even as the shambling horde of death lumbered towards him. The woman wrapped his arm around his neck, almost choking him with the strength she held him with. Her voice, a soft velvety tone that dipped horribly low, whispered hatefully into his ear.
"Burn." He screamed as his feet suddenly caught fire, the searing agony screaming along his nerves, wracking his body in pain the likes of which he had never even imagined possible. "I want you to burn, bastard fox..." the flames grew higher, licking past his knees on its way to total consummation."For every shinobi, for every child, for every family you butchered... I want you to burn." she pushed him down to the ground harshly just as he fully erupted in a conflagration of hot death.
He screamed as the fire consumed. Pain that lasted a second or an eternity but never ended.
"I want you to burn... "
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To hate...
Naruto staggered as the memory finally came to him. 'Oh Kami...' He felt the rage boiling inside of him as he remembered that terrible agony, the first of many many agonies he had endured... "You... you unbelievable bitch!" he screamed as rage flowed through him.
Kotetsu and Izumo watched in shocked awe as the boy reared backed and brutally decked Kurenai, hard enough to draw blood. When he hit her twice, then three times with out her so much as raising a hand to defend herself they finally got over their shock and grappled the boy.
"Kami he's nuts!" Kotetsu snapped as he struggled to hold the boy back from mauling his teammate. Izumo grunted, together summoning up all their strength to forcefully throw the boy back and away.
Naruto went with the throw, landing in a roll before hopping back to his feet. Kurenai just sat there, blood dripping from her nose and from a nasty gash over her left eye; Stony expression as she simply watched him with those disturbing red eyes.
"Lucky bitch." he snarled hatefully, fist trembling with barely suppressed rage. "Next time these faggots won't be there to save you, then we'll find out just how much you like being burned alive!" he bolted then, grabbing his book bag near the poles. He paused, spying something behind one of the poles. 'Ita left her sword here... why?' he shook that thought off even as he grabbed it. He needed to get out of here. He needed to get away from those burning red eyes of the bitch and think about what the memory he had just assimilated...
He needed to get out of here before he fucking murdered them all.
Kotetsu watched him run off, before barking "Izumo, get the Police, that kid's a lunatic!"
Izumo nodded, but was held in place as Kurenai gripped his pant legs. "No..." she whispered, voice quivering and cracking, "... let him go."
"Are you crazy?" Kotetsu boggled, "He just attacked you, hell, he threatened to kill you and you want us to ignore it? Like it never happened."
Kurenai locked gazes with the older man, eyes piercing and nearly... mad in its intensity, "You will ignore it, it never happened. If you so much as tell a soul about this I'll make you wish you had never been born! Understand?"
Kotetsu winced, but nodded slowly. One just never argued with Yuuhi Kurenai when she got that look in her eyes, not if you wanted to keep breathing.
Izumo watched as she struggled to her feet, blood falling freely down her face, and sluggishly moved away. After she had left, he turned to his friend and frowned, "Should we tell Itaki-sensei?"
His friend was silent for a moment, eyes closed as he pondered just what he would, or wouldn't do. In the end he just didn't know. "Let's... give it a few days, let Kurenai calm down a bit, and then find out what the hell just happened."
"We didn't even get to train..." Kotetsu pouted.
Izumo sighed, "You're unbelievable."
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TBC... yeah